My mother finally looked away from me and towards my little wife. When she did look at her, instead of joy, all I could see was despair. Why? No, really. WHY? What is wrong with my family? Where is my touching reunion after a month apart? I know this is what I expected, but still.
After looking at my little wife for a moment, my mother broke down into tears and she turned back towards me.
"Son, how much did you spend this time?"
Why does everyone keep acting like I'm a repeat offender?!
My mother then picked up her phone and started dialing out. After a short moment waiting for the other party to pick up, she said, "honey, it's an emergency, please come back as soon as possible! Working still? Who cares about that, get your ass back home now! You'll understand the moment you get back."
She hung up after saying that to father over the phone, whereupon she looked back towards me with pity in her eyes.
What is this stinging sensation in my heart that's making me want to cry? Am I really actually some kind of deviant that doesn't remember things he has done in the past?
We just remained in this awkward standoff for about an hour until father finally burst through the door like some sort of man on a mission. His expression was cold and resolute when he kicked the door open like he were the protagonist in some cheesy low budget movie.
He first sent one cold look towards me and then towards my wife before once more looking back at me. It seems he realized what the so called emergency was. Father, please tell your stupid, foolish idiot son what this great emergency is; I would really like to know as well!
"Tch, stupid son. I nearly got into an accident rushing back here because of you. Some crazy psycho was driving a Bugatti at over two hundred kilometers per hour and ran a red light at an intersection. Luckily he was skilled and swerved right around me. I'll have you know, I nearly died."
What? For real?
"Whatever, let's get the show rolling, let the fourth annual 'son needs help with his problems family intervention' begin."
What?! The fourth? Why don't I remember the last three? I can cry now, right? Did I seriously lose my memories when I died? Why is it that I can remember my family before I died then? Is it just partial memory loss?
"Son why? Why do you keep doing this to your parents? How many times are you going to hire them to act like your girlfriend or wife? Miss, how much did he pay you? Are you really fine with acting such a role?"
"?" Then my wife as if realizing something cupped one hand in the other like she came to some sort of realization.
"Yes he did pay quite a bit after all. I was very tempted by his offer to play such a role."
What?! Did I? Did I really? Why did your eyes light up so brightly just now?
I was so confused and depressed that I had to take a cigarette from the box on the living room table and light it. I couldn't take it anymore so I just wordlessly walked out of the room unbearably dejected.
I could hear them in the background as my family discussed everything.
"Daughter, why does our son do this to us? Why can't he be more responsible like you? We can't afford to pay for him everytime he gets lonely."
"But little brother did say something rather interesting when he came back father. He mentioned something about a prince. Could it be a rich norwegian prince? His alleged wife even affirmed they were named Ten Jo and that he was here as well."
"She even affirmed that she really married little brother."
"No way. That's what everyone before also said when we asked them. It is definitely them putting on an act. After all, you heard her just now affirm she was paid as well, right? Besides, this no good son coming back without even inviting us to the wedding? Could such an unfilial brat really exist?"
What is with this? Is it really some kind of great sin that I got married without telling you guys about it? There wasn't even a wedding! Does my family have to bully me so much for not informing them beforehand? Is seeing really believing?
My little wife as well, are you really just teasing me right now? Is this really reality? Now that I think about it, what happened during the time between when I saw you for the first time and when I met father in law?
Did I really die back then? Was it possibly my hidden, unknown to myself, second hidden personality that took over my body resulting in the gap in my memories? Could it really be that I don't have memories of the time when he was in control? He doesn't really exist, right?
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